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Do you really think that little of me? No, I gave him a reasonable, non-grimdark backstory. If anything, his backstory is disturbing in how not grimdark it is, considering that he did actually grow up outside the kingdoms and sleep on the ground.
Ivan's dad is actually a pretty chill and passive guy, and his younger siblings haven't gotten their older brother's rather angry outlook on life. In fact, Ivan probably shouldn't have turned out the way he did if he didn't take everything so seriously.
Ivan Oakley - Armory
Ivan looked up from the floor, wondering how he'd ended up over here instead of where fox faunus was standing. Worriedly, he darted over to Amarath as soon as he confirmed that neither his teammate(Ivan grabbed Indigo and looked him over for serious wounds) or the heroic girl(He was a lot less physical on his check on Mokuren, merely asking that she wasn't hurt). Ignoring the comment about the crusader, he finally relaxed as he saw no external injuries. Turning away, he causally stooped and picked up Ragnarok, examining the heavy weapon thoroughly to make sure that he hadn't damaged irreparably damaged it. The gunslinger placed Geni's double-ended blade back where the lion faunus had sat previously, pondering his next action carefully as he recalled the wear on the weapon, some of which due to his own semblance's interference. After a second, he retrieved his notebook and wrote in a methodical, heavy-handed script about possible maintenance options for the damages. Including the crack on the blade. He tore out the page and left it next to the weapon with small scrawling addendum at the bottom. Sorry for calling you Grimm-allied. As he strode back to his seat, his message indicator on his scroll beeped, quickly reading through the first message. Ivan instinctively grimaced when he saw the words 'blue-haired'. As much as he knew the girl meant well by informing him of her appearance, but the mention of blue only brought up the disdainful countenance of Sapphire and her constantly mocking comments. He turned fully around to examine the girl behind him, taking in the general's daughter with the same intense gaze that he reserved for curiosities in his daily life. As if pleased with what he saw there, he nodded and began to type up a response. To: Bryson, Rayna From: Oakley, Ivan Subject: RE: Help Thank you for your kind offer, Miss Rayna. I'm quite certain that we will not come to blows again, given the professional way were are supposed to act here at Beacon, but assistance in times of need is always appreciated. Allow me to extend the offer back at you. If you need any help, I'm available. He flicked over to Marcus' message immediately after sending the formal one to Rayna. Nodding again in confirmation, he glanced back at the man in military dress and sized him up, thinking of how appropriately to respond to such a business-like manner. He began to type rapidly, long fingers flying over the keyboard. Seemingly satisfied, he hit the send button and finally turned back to the maintenance of his own weapon. To: Goldstein, Marcus From: Oakley, Ivan Subject: RE: Mechanics I'm quite at ease with this arrangement, Goldstein. My semblance is quite simple and direct in what it does, and thus makes it quite easy to explain to someone who has the basest grasp of physics. It allows me to take the energy and force generated by a dust reaction and redirect it. All of it. As you mentioned, firing too many shots too rapidly makes the buildup of heat grow nearly exponentially as compared to unmodified attacks.
<Snipped quote by TentacleLord> I don't think he need to be taken down even half a peg...do you have a song in mind?
Oh yes, of course. Castlevania's Bloody Tears. Quite fitting for a young man on a crusade against all that he deems evil in the world.
HOTDOG!!! I also noticed that we know have piano players...one of them including Ivan. Yay!!!
Yes, this is sooth! However, for those who think Ivan needs to be taken down a peg or two(Sapphire comes to mind here), they will be glad to know that Ivan can't read sheet music.
From what I understand about the propellant used in all weapons is dust based, even if it doesn't have some sort of elemental effect. Examples are in the first minute of the first episode of RWBY, and listed here where it mentions that Ruby's bullets, despite having no innate elemental power, use Dust.
Not particularly true. The blade'd be diverted because of Ivan's semblance, so it's not coming down in the same place regardless.
So....does Mirror of Yata work or not now that Ivan is pushing Mokuren out of the way? So much complicatedness.
This is a good question.
Ivan Oakley - Armory
He growled at the scantily clad woman through gritted teeth. "I was minding my own business, and I hadn't said a word against the guy that suddenly decided that some eye contact was enough to get his widdle feelings hurt. Then he asked for my opinion. I gave it. F**king simple if you ask me." Ivan was about to get in Daniel's face when the latter grabbed him by the collar, balling his hands into fists that he kept rigidly by his side. His venomous insult was cut down before it could begin by the suddenly there Oswald and his rather intimidating bulk. After a moment of simple staring, he slapped Daniel's hand down and away before giving his response in a much more controlled tone of voice. "If you think that I was talking about all Fanus when I mentioned an extremist group, you're more racist than anyone else here, swordsman." He glared out from behind Oswald's shoulder."I don't care what race they are. If they are criminals then they must be stopped." He glanced up at the man with the teleporting semblance and seemingly thought about something rude to say before the gunslinger held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Fine. I've said my piece, I'll stop talking now." He had turned his back on the terrorist when he struck, a growl growing in his throat as the other man charged him. It died nearly instantly when Mokuren stepped in to intercept the blade, and panic instead overtook the gunslinger.There was a desperate scream of "No!" as the blade came down. Some unrelated girl was about to get sliced in half because of this prick's hurt feelings. Ivan moved without thinking. As Geni's slash came down, he pushed the fox-girl aside with all his might, drawing his arm across in a horizontal line as he activated his semblance to attempt to utilize whatever dust was bursting inside that blade to knock it aside. When the shot came to augment the falling blow, the bullet instead transferred all its additional force to the right side of the barrel, forcing the blade to differ from its originally intended course of Ivan's, then Mokuren's, head.
Debating having Oswald jump in now that Scarifar made things physical.
The best part about this part is that Ivan didn't say anything about human terrorist groups only because he already thought that his hate was obvious.
Oh yeah, Ivan's more than a bit crazy when it comes to Grimm specifically. Absolutely loathes them. Ain't nothing wrong with calling a spade a spade unless it takes offense to being called a spade.
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